1177
the heart of hearts says no
boys
own life death struggle
for
godsbother
am
I better than them
who
each in their several ages
when
wider was the world
kept
a corpse on the lounge for pamper
Began
a line with capital letters
L
FT TH V LS T
who
chained the slaves for fun to whip
who
ate their fellow men
also
whale sushi, consommé of albatross
grasshoppers
and monkeys’ brains
conciliated
a tribe of wives
who
more than fancied little boys
who
raped and raped and murdered too
spread
death
and
blamed the rats
thought
up the machine gun
land
mine, Zyklon B
God,
the alarm clock
who
ate the other animals
and
tortured them in zoos
the
soul-less
created
truth and slow combustion
who
though to dig up coal
who
brought the blade against the tree
tore
out the beating heart
held
it to the sun
buried
alive under a bridge
to
appease
who
slaughtered the violated beast
called
it unclean to eat
blood
upon them
unto
death
sat
up so high and mighty
who
pictured a heaven
and
thought up the spirit
hell
nasty as you please
whom
reason overtook
and
left a metaphor alive
who
were the first to utter
these
my words
read
entrails so knew
only
a virgin would do
who
wived a pyre
slaved
pyramids
so
jealous of life gone on
who
beat the weaker
cowered
under blows
those
deep in the dark
who
thirsted to know
who
wore their own wove rags
and
feathered up a sky with deity
thought
fear beginning wisdom
took
spring to heart
and
smelt the folding flower out
with
sticks and stones
with
sabres
all
regrets or none
who
made the lie
more
less lovely
took
an eye for an eye
who
blinked and had the ghosts among
knew
when to give up too
who
never had the words
but
clubbed together with death
that
one day they would be the tribe
?
a
little throne of judgement
I’ve
come to
and
rather crowded now
am
I smarter than
atom
bomb makers
physicians
with leeches
and
all who knew the sun went round
that
earth was sudden-edged, so flat
and
coming to an end
?
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